Danger, knitters about!

I know I haven't posted for a while. Arthritis, weight loss and knitting has taken over my life but since we last spoke a few things have happened that I wanted to tell you about.

You already know that I dislocated my hip replacement.  Well less that a week after the hip incident I was out with some knitters at a Weatherspoons.  I went to use the disabled toilet but as I was walking back I fell over.  I'm not sure how it happened but I think I caught something slippy on the floor and went flying onto my front.  I had to put my elbows out to stop me as my hands would never stop me from falling, they are far to painful.  A few came to my aid and I was most grateful.  I had no idea how I would begin to peel myself up of the floor, having no strength in my arms means that I can't push on them.  Then I heard someone say, 'don't worry I'm a paramedic'.  Some poor man was eating his steak and chips and came over to look after me.  He managed to get me up and I was so greatful.

A few weeks later on Easter Tuesday, I was again out with knitters and I decided to drop a very hot black coffee all over my legs.  The first aid person was very quick to act as were all my friends but a special thank you to my friend Sylvia who, I'm pretty sure if she hadn't move my leggings away from my legs so quickly, things might have been a bit different.

Now I know what you're thinking. All three incidents are related to knitting.  You would be right in thinking it was a gentle pass time, but I'm here to tell you that it is a dangerous sport with serious consequences such as addiction, gossip, sore hands, wrists and fingers and of course with any good addict, the hoarding!